It looked like a flag or something. He stood up. Nodded at me and stalked away grumbling and mumbling to himself. I looked down at John once more and ...followed the big man out whistling a happy tune as I went. I never saw Tracy again after that. Well, that’s not true, I did see her. I saw her walking along the riverbank with Amanda. The bigger girl was holding Tracy’s hand and they sat down together on the bank. Then they started kissing. And I mean kissing! They were kissing like lovers and. "I called to Simone, "You better come out, someone's been snake bit up at the ruined cabin. We need to see what we can do to help."Up the hill, the van came bouncing over the rocks. People loaded, doors slammed, with a roar and a bounce they were gone. We were alone, forgotten in the rush.Pretty quick, Simone backed out of the hole. She was shirtless and clutching her shirt to her chest. "I couldn't leave them," she said. "I'm full of sand. Hold them for me while I brush off." And she handed me. We both adjusted our positions so we could lather each other's most intimate parts with kisses and the spit that came salivating from our mouths, mingling with our natural lubricants all the while our restless fingers circled around the rim of each other's backdoor.Just a little more pressure and our fingers would sink in. In prospect of the blissful invasion, we turned it into a game of who would desecrate the other's forbidden shrine first, yet wanted to keep each other edging for as long as. She gave Gail a hug. “That smells good.” She went to me and gave me a gentle kiss on my lips. She pulled a chair out and sat down showing lots of leg in her very short skirt. I noticed that her skirt was shorter than Gail’s dress that she wore to take her ham tests. I knew that dress was really worn by Gail to interest me that evening. Amy just wore clothing that showed her body.Gail and I had enjoyed radio together and talking to each other. I was writing more which my small audience online.